oranges are not the only orange fruit

No idea what these orange things are but we've a treeful outside the door. They appear at the beginning of September, spend a month growing then decay slowly until the end of January. Nothing appears to eat them and no-one tries to harvest them. They slightly resemble the little things people put on the side of plates at wedding but are probably thrice the volume apiece.

More nice outsidiness this morning in pre-emptive counteraction of the potential five-hour wait for some gentlepeople to come and install a new aerial after the old one disappeared on hogmanay. I could quite happily have left it and just downloaded anything interesting but we're hoping to let this place out at some point for which the lack of mindless idiot-vision would probably consitute a negative selling point. Unusually for Saturday-booking tradesmen they arrived at twelve and had left by one, taking the need for a big wire to run through the hall from the bedroom with them.

Besides no-one being interested in my old lenses it doesn't look as if secondhand books are worth much to secondhand book-shops when the books are in slightly shabby condition. A shelfsworth looks as if it might eventually equate to a medium-sized memory card which is better than nothing. I also managed to find my P60 from its hiding place at the bottom of a stuffed cupboard and can now reclaim a third of the upgrade justification fund from the eager fingers of Centre 1 after they funnelled it away from last year's bonus. Another disappointing source of non-income appears to be my old snowboarding coat which has a day to go on eBay and currently has no bidders and no watchers. Hopefully the old camera will get more attention...